


The evertipping Balance

by Serrenedy



Category: RWBY
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-26
Updated: 2020-12-26
Packaged: 2021-03-10 18:41:28
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,494
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28331790
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Serrenedy/pseuds/Serrenedy
Comments: 2
Kudos: 10
Collections: JNPR Secret Santa 2020





	The evertipping Balance

**Author's Note:**

  * For [Harmonylight200](https://archiveofourown.org/gifts?recipient=Harmonylight200).



Existence was simply existence. And  _ in _ existence, it was simply being. And being as of itself, was horribly boring….or it  _ would  _ be, if boredom was something that had been invented. As  _ nothing  _ had been invented save existence itself. The existence sighed to itself, and blinked into creation,  _ Light. _ This light was never ending. It was bright and glorious and triumphant. As the light of perfection bloomed brilliantly into creation several words were invented just to  _ describe  _ it. And so it was as simply, light itself…..and it was….. _ blinding _ . Finally boredom would be remedied….. 

Boredom was  _ not _ remedied. The blinding light of pure perfection maintained a perfection that was unknown. There was nothing for it to do or achieve because all that  _ existed  _ was in fact perfect. …. This was addressed and fixed in the frustration of existence itself….with a flower. A single bloom, dark as the night which was not, opened in the center of the light. This darkness blossomed out, a spiral tainting the everpresent light of perfection with something  _ new _ . Chaos itself, born into everything in an effort to alleviate boredom, a fight was soon to break.    
  
  
But….. it did not. Perhaps it was the simple nature of Chaos, to never be what one expected. The light  _ did _ surround the darkness, but it moved...gently, _ inquisitively _ as darkness itself formed a shape in the fashion of the flower it had been bred from, long and strangely elegant in its dangerous nature, the Darkness, cunning, sly, mysterious and the rest of the dictionary, created the color of purest white as it formed a face, and opened blood red eyes. For there was _ creativity  _ in Chaos.    
  
“Hello” Said the chaos. The first word ever spoken. It had adopted a voice that, while low, was airy and melodious, along with the lips with which to speak. It looked around in the nothingness. “Why are we here?” It asked the light at once, patient. As said light shifted as well around the Chaos it made the decision that lips and a voice were in fact, good ideas. It made sense that the chaos has thought of it. Conversations brought misunderstandings….but…..Perfection realized, conversation could also bring  _ understanding.  _ “What is our purpose here?” Chaos asked inquisitively.    
  
“I don’t actually know” Order said. “We were created out of boredom, but I was never informed of what to do….” Order considered for a moment. “I suppose that may be why you are here” And as the words came, they formed a large sphere. “Something tells me that you will make things….far more interesting.”

  
  
  


It was in this notion, that Order and Chaos worked together, and created a world….empty at first….They argued, as was the nature of Order and Chaos. The world of fire and ice constantly battling was shut down. Instead the compromise was for a world of rock. They each made things to fill the empty rock. They worked together, so the things looked wildly different at times. 

“I’m bored” Order, who called themselves Ozma, stated one day. They had adopted a form more suitable to the space that they now occupied with Chaos. Chaos for that matter, turned to them, raising a brow. Chaos had decided to make a face first, to give expressions that may be misconstrued, though Ozma was the only one with a name at the moment, in case more like Chaos came.   
  
“Is that an _invitation?”_ Chaos purred. Ozma’s face fell.   
  
“Within reason” They allowed. Chaos gave a grin that put the word ‘dangerous’ into the world. “I mean it” Order warned. “Nothing with fire. Nothing that kills everything, nothing too violent” Chaos let laughter bubble up out of them.   
  
“Fine no destructive fire.” They grinned. “I was thinking more... _life_ anyway. I’ll need your cabinet.” Before Ozma could ask what a cabinet was, it was there-fully stocked.with everything needed….or at least, everything Chaos thought was needed…..there was a matching one on the other side of the…….space? Room? The…. _whatever_ they occupied. Chaos crossed, inky darkness with a face, and inky tendrils scooped up bottles that had once been in the cabinet. The bottles moved as did the entity, to the cauldron next to their cabinet, and a few things from that cabinet were also pulled. Ozma watched in….. _mild_ trepidation. They were forced to trust Chaos, whos very nature was to always be a surprise…...but they weren’t quite _stupid._

  
  


_ Creativity, resourcefulness, and recklessness had come from the cabinet of Chaos. The kindness and hope had come from the cabinet of Ozma….as well as stubbornness. Order wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that, it could be as simple as Chaos making fun of them. Chaos brushed back….what had they made this time…...white, like their face….strands….hair! Chaos twirled a strand of hair around...a finger….a hand in fact. And plucked it. Then formed the body. Granting it a face, lips, hair. Chaos stopped to look, crimson eyes blinking in confusion for a moment. Ozma moved without moving, granting the creation the hands and fingers that Chaos had just made. Then arms…..to connect the hands and fingers. It was only logical at that point to complete the creation they had made.  _ _  
  
_

  
“Okay….but  _ this  _ and you need  **_NAMES_ ** ” Order insisted. They quite liked arms, you could  _ cross _ them to make a point. Chaos rolled eyes.    
  
“You know me, I’m the only other one here. And this is going to the surface of…..of the rock. It’ll make something interesting happen.”    
  
“Please? Just a  _ tap  _ of Order as I let you spread unfettered chaos?” They pleaded. Chaos rolled their eyes once more and tapped the creation, granting it colors.    
  


“Fine. This can be…….” It assessed the shade of sunlight they’d used for hair. “Jaune…...and you may call me…..Salem.” Salem gently picked up the finished creation and whispered to them instructions...then gently let them freefall. “I’m making more without powers. After all, what’s the point of madness if there’s no sanity to respond to it?” They grinned and turned away. Ozma crossed to their own cabinet, apparently they were making more of those….things.    
  
  
Jaune’s first sensation was of confusion. The spirit rose and looked around at the emptiness. It was dark…..it was still…..it was a barren rock. Jaune blinked a few times, looking around. What….what was…...there was something to  _ do  _ here…..what  _ was _ …..oh right. They dusted off their clothes….clothes? Jaune looked down to see that yes, they were suddenly clad in clothes. A pale yellow dress with billowing sleeves that fell to the knees. The skirt had white falling from it. White….petals.  _ Oh  _ that’s why they were here. Jaune looked around the emptiness….and got to work, sitting with their legs crossed and pulling materials out of non existence.    
  
For awhile. That was all Jaune did, and there was no change seen to the rock, save the large amounts of creatures that walked the surface, and the one spirit working diligently at…. _ something.  _ Ozma was worried, Salem was smirking. Which, to be fair, as Chaos itself, alleviating boredom _ could _ be something as simple as _ terrifying _ Order.    
  
Neither Chaos nor Order needed to sleep. However, they did randomly decide at times to toy with temporarily vanishing. Usually when this happened, they came back to….well.  _ Ozma _ came back to what it deemed horror and what Salem deemed ‘fun’. It was after Salem flickered back into existence that it was noticed. Ozma was poking at the rock…..which was now completely green.    
  
“What…... _ is _ this?” The entity asked. Salem swept up from behind, moving like ash filled smoke, red eyes gazed at the rock in barely contained glee. “This is Jaune’s work…..isn’t it?”    
  
“Yes.” Chaos confirmed. “I told them to replicate my least dangerous properties. Creativity and growth.” Order hummed as they looked at the rock, and what Jaune was doing. “I call it spring” 

“Spring?” Order asked the shifting mask that floated around. Salem  _ had  _ in fact selected a body, a few in fact. The favorite skin of Chaos seemed to be similar to the form they’d given Jaune. And true Order found themself in that skin as well. It was a  _ convenient  _ skin, what with the fingers and such. Chaos often changed their form. They were also fond of  _ this _ , this smoke-like thing of many tendrils. Ozma narrowed their eyes, looming closer to the rock and all of the creatures made. It seemed harmless, this new ‘Spring’. But Salem was smirking….that was never a good sign.    
  
The reason for the smirking came after a while. The green things were now multicolored tapestries spanning all over the rock. They produced an odd yellow mist..    
  
“Pollen” Salem supplied, they hadn’t stopped smirking. As Ozma looked down to the creatures, it was noticed that, while a large majority were fine…..there were several million miserable as they hacked and choked and sneezed at the ‘pollen’ Salem had moved from Smirking to snickering and then fully laughing. Ozma sighed. Chaos was the ‘interesting’ part of existence. So it only fit that even something innocuous was ‘fun’.    
  
“Very cute.” Ozma nodded. “People are suffering so stop it.”    
  
“Oh I can’t. I’m working on this ‘time’ thing again.” Salem had brought up ‘time’ again and again. It was supposed to be an arbitrary system that only existed to ‘run out’ and so stressed everyone out as they needed to ‘rush’ and get things done ‘on’ a time that meant nothing. Salem was grinning. Ozma was frowning. That’s how it often worked out. “The pollen will die with cold. But  _ that’s  _ the beauty of the time thing. ‘Time’ for Pollen. And ‘time’ for cold.” Ozma blinked twice. Well...Order did deserve this for ignoring Chaos mentioning boredom time and again. The rock was kept at a neutral and even temperature. ‘Cold’ did not exist. Hence the inability to stop the pollen.   
  
“Fine.  _ I’ll _ stop it.” Ozma crossed their arms in front of themself. “I’ll make a cold one” Salem raised brows.    
  
“Are you sure that’s the best idea? Your power imbued into something might be  _ dangerous _ . I used your cabinet for a reason.” Order scoffed, sure that if Chaos could do it, there would be no problems when Order did the same. “I’ll make Weiss _ look _ like you. How’s that?” 

  
  


_ Perseverance and efficiency were placed into the cauldron at first. Followed by impatience. After all, the pollen needed to go away quickly. Cold. After all, it would need to  _ be _ cold to cause cold...wouldn’t it? Salem watched….Order felt the sense of foreboding rise with each moment. A few strands of hair went into the creation, and molded, Ozma cradled the creature gently as it was placed onto the rock, close to where Jaune was.  _

  
  


Sharp blue eyes opened. Wiss turned in a large circle….hands curled at the lack of anything but waves of green glass and multi colored flowers. Weiss sneezed, wiping at their nose with the billowy white sleeve of their billowy white dress. Eyes narrowing at the yellow things in the air. Slowly...the head turned, until two sets of blue eyes caught unto each other. Jaune blinked at the new thing in their domain. It was very pretty, face as delicate as the petal of a flower. The long hair and skin were both as pale as the flashes of the face of Chaos. Was this….. _ Salem? _ No...the  **_eyes_ ** were wrong. But this new creature shared the same sort of glow. While Jaune radiated a soft yellow, this new one glowed a sharp blueish white. Jaune hadn’t really interacted with the other creatures. They saw the glow and ran away...they knew that Jaune wasn’t  _ quite  _ like them and it worried them. The blonde felt a relieved smile fumble onto their face.   
  
“Hey!” They called happily, waving. Weiss’s sharp eyes darted up to the figure, the other, the one that had called. It was different. … Ice blue eyes traveled back to the flowers. They were  **_all_ ** different...and most of them made that yellow thing. Weiss sneezed again. Jaune let out a chuckle at the sound, so new and soft and sweet. Weiss on the other hand…..thought the laugh was at their expense.    
  
“STOP” And the shout was accompanied by ice. As neither Jaune nor Wiess had seen ice before….Jaune didn’t duck away, and the cold hit full blast, causing the Sping spirit to collapse and shudder. Weiss on the other hand...noticed that the ice caused the horrific multicolor of the flowers to be covered in a sheet of pure white……..and Weiss looked down at their hands, still glowing blue as they produced more snow.…… Juane managed to struggle up, holding up their hands up as if to buffet the wind. ……. Weiss, created cold,  _ smiled  _ _  
_ _  
  
_

Ozma’s eyes were wide with horror as the yellow of the rock was wiped out by the white. Mostly due to how the white moved, a spiral, growing ever larger. The snow didn’t just stop the pollen….it stopped  _ everything.  _ The flowers withered yes, but the creatures cowered. They fled from the horror until it caught them and made them crawl. Ice blocks didn’t move.    
  
“I liked Jaune” Salem chided, looking at the whitening rock. Ozma wasn’t able to speak, mouth opening and closing in disbelief. They managed to make a sound, one that Salem knew from being around them long enough meant ‘how did this happen’. The same sound had been made when Chaos had demonstrated the idea of exploding mountains that they’d named ‘volcanoes’. “You made a creature of  _ cold _ and efficiency, then combined it with the essence of perfection…….and you unleashed it on a world with chaos…... _ without _ any instructions.” Ozma took a minute to be horrified……    
  
“Don’t worry I’ll fix it!” Order declared. A beat… “I need your cabinet” Salem managed to hold in laughter as Ozpin rushed, gathering the items they thought would be necessary and important. Another figure was quickly made, using a similar mold. 

  
_ Another strand of hair, only one this time, and warmth. Kindness, compassion, a drop of creativity, a dollop of gentleness and affection. Patience, resourcefulness. The warm creature was molded and Ozma whispered the instructions this time, placing it down near the terror that Weiss was causing.  _

  
  


“Hello?” Weiss looked over in a rage...but the ice died at seeing the soft red glow. There was a figure there. They looked...more similar than the other one. Weiss’s eyes widened at the sight of a flower petal face. The figure waved in her red billowy dress. “My name is Pyrrha. What’s yours?”  
  
“Um….Weiss. I was...just….fixing this place.” The two spirits looked at each other for a moment. Pyyrha reached out and flinched at the cold. 

“Perhaps you could….maybe stop? You’re causing a bit of trouble.” Weiss didn’t really process the  _ words  _ coming out of the spirit’s mouth, only that the mouth was lovely. Pyrrha’s green eyes  _ sparkled.  _ _  
_ _  
_ “You’re perfect!” Weiss actually  _ bounced.  _ “Oh!  _ Oooohhhh _ Watch  _ this _ ” And in the attempt to impress the new creature, Weiss unleashed a hurricane of Ice and Snow. Spreading it far and  _ fast.  _ Pyrrha ended up on the ground, half crawling from the joyful spirit. The ‘warmth’ in them kept them from freezing….but the cold was nearly creeping into the soul of the spirit itself. Ice spiraling even to where Salem and Ozma dwelled. 

Ozma hardly had time to panic before Salem made an expert throw, the spirit they’d worked on while Order had made Pyrrha  _ rocketing  _ down like a meteor. Weiss was momentarily distracted by the  _ crater _ caused. The spirit that rose from said crater was blonde, glowing a  _ sharp  _ Yellow. The billowy dress had been hurt by the impact, sleeves gone and skirt in tatters above the knee. The spirit  _ grinned,  _ something dark and deadly and dangerous. It was Wiess’ turn to cower as the new spirit created a fireball of  _ EPIC  _ proportions. Rather than hitting Weiss, the new spirit launched the fireball into the sky…..where it hung and stayed, the sun. Weiss scrambled away from the burning spirit of living fire. As the Winter spirit fled, so did the snow. The new spirit scoffed, then went to find and rescue Jaune. As the heat warmed the spring, bright blue eyes fluttered open. The firestarter offered a hand.

  
  
“Hi????” The spring spirit was….unsure. After all, the last spirit met had attempted to  _ freeze  _ them. This new spirit wasn’t cold….in fact, not only were the flowers thawed from ice...they bloomed in the presence of this raggedy spirit. Jaune accepted the hand and let the spirit pull them up. “Who are you?”    
  
“Name’s Yang Jaune. ” The rough and tumble spirit had an easy going grin and cracked their knuckles. “I think I scared Weiss away. And if I didn’t….” The grin got a touch  _ malicious  _ as the temperature around them spiraled up from pleasant into uncomfortable “I’ll  _ melt _ it”    
  
“How….did you know my name? Or theirs?” Yang smirked.    
  
“My instructions. Chaos told me to protect you and Pyrrha from Weiss. Order didn’t think that one through.” Order glared at Chaos, who shrugged with a smirk. “Pyrrha’s got warmth. I’m roughly the same blend, but with heat, passion, and protectiveness.” Yang reached out and ruffled Jaune’s hair. Don’t worry. I’m made to keep her away.”    
  
“What’s the difference between warmth and heat?” Ozma asked, as confused as Pyrrha, whom seemed to be curious about the bodyguard.    
  


“Warmth is gentle.” Salem provided. “Heat is overwhelming, passion makes it more so. I made sure Yang wouldn’t burn down the rock by pouring in three times as much protectiveness.” Salem looked at the rock, arms crossed as the snow moved swiftly. Melting so that flowers would bloom. It was a very clear line of Weiss running. Chaos smirked at the sight. Order…..frowned.    
  
“Can we make another?” Salem looked over in surprise. The ‘we’ was new. Usually Chaos and Order made their own creations and set them loose. Jaune had caused Order to create without stopping for a bit, trying to counteract whatever Chaos had been planning. The surprised confusion must have showed because Ozma felt the need to continue. “Weiss….was...a  _ impulsive  _ thing. That being said, Pyyrha made it worse...and while I do appreciate you sending Yang to help….I want to make it so that Weiss isn’t  _ hunted.  _ Maybe….that  _ time _ thing you mentioned?” Salem’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk.    
  
  


Weiss fled, ice in their footsteps. They couldn’t calm down enough to figure out how to stop the ice, the snow that formed with each gasp. Not that the snow stayed on the ground for very long. After all, the burning heat melted the ice with every step Yang took. Weiss could feel the ice melting, could feel the rising heat making it impossible for more to form. The icicle tears even were starting to melt as Yang got closer, a burning bright golden glow. Before it could melt the winter spirit, the heat was buffeted. Something, not  _ quite _ cold. But cool enough to keep Winter from destruction. Yang looked up at the two spirits guarding the winter spirit. The Summer sprite scowled and crossed their arms at the twin spirits. Both of them had long dark hair, though one had eyes of spring and the other a dress of black.

“The hunt ends here” Spoke the one with eyes of honey. “This is now Weiss’ area. Chaos has decided.”    
  
“You will go with Pyrrha back to where you came.” Said the one in the Green dress. “So says Order. Jaune will rest in between this area and yours.”    
  
“I’m supposed to  _ protect  _ Jaune” Yang protested. “Weiss was made to destroy them!”    
  
“Weiss was made to stop the pollen everywhere. They were confused due to not receiving proper instructions.” Stated the one with cat ears. “It’s being fixed.” Weiss will stay here and only venture out when it is the time for the change of seasons.” Yang was quiet for a long time.    
  
“What’s a  _ season?”  _ Both new spirits shrugged at that.    
  
“We’ll all find out at the same time I suppose” Said the green clad one. “Irregardless, We cool down Summer to make way for Winter.” Yang’s arms crossed in front of themself. “Chaos and Order are working right now. They decided that each set would have two. Chaos and Order in all things…...who  _ are _ Pyrrha and Jaune?”    
  
It was only three more that were made it was decided. Weiss no longer had to run from Yang. No….now the running was done inside of the Winter Palace. The assigned Chaotic spirit of Winter was named Nora. While Wiess gave harsh and biting blizzards that froze the world solid, Nora gave flurries; soft snow that caused all creatures in the world to take time out of their lives to play in it. The secondary spirit of winter was silly….unlike the screams with Jaune, Weiss was most often  _ laughing  _ with Nora, or allowing the secondary spirit to play in the long white locks. Nora’s own hair was chopped short. And while the two Winter spirits enjoyed the company of one another, sometimes you had to flee to avoid a surprise snowball fight.    
  
“WEEEE” The snowball was launched and landed on the figure opening the door. “DIRECT HIT!!!!” Nora cheered…..then the spirit noticed that it was  _ not _ the still big but now sharp dress of blue and white that looked like moving sheets of ice. Nope….. _ no.  _ The snowball had landed directly in the face of the  _ very pretty  _ Autumn spirit. Not that all the spirits weren’t pretty. Ren was just  _ extra  _ pretty. It was probably the Order. All of Order’s creations looked really pretty, look at Weiss!    
  
“You’re pretty too Nora” Ren said with a small smirk as they glided in, dress less billowy on the top but still so on the bottom. Nora’s face went red with the realization that they’d been speaking aloud. With a wink, Ren continued to Weiss for the tea appointment. 

“Ren you…” Weiss’ words died. “Nora caught you” The winter spirit correctly assessed at the wet face. The Autumn spirit grinned.    
  
“Nora finds the both of us very pretty.” Weiss blushed at that. “I think they were as pink as their dress” Weiss’s blush got worse. “I am slightly jealous you get to work together.” Only when Weiss was as red as Nora did Ren show mercy. “You’ll have to expect the other over soon.” The Autumn spirit said instead.    
  
“AGAIN!” Weiss was far from put out but…. “Why does everyone have to come  _ here? _ ” Ren raised a brow.    
  
“Blake and I live in a treehouse that is more like a tent. Not to mention if anyone were there they’d undoubtably knock over some of our paint cans and then the leaves would be a mess and you know neither you nor I could stand that. Similar with Jaune and Ruby. Ruby has a hard enough time dragging Jaune away from the task of spreading hayfever. We’re all lucky that Jaune managed to be persuaded into flower  _ species  _ that needed more effort to paint. You  _ know  _ how quickly they’d work if Ruby wasn’t a constant distraction. And this is a distraction for everyone. It might only be for a year….or a week…..   
  


  
  
  
The last spirit was named Oscar. The only one of its kind. Oscar was imbued with both Chaos and Order. They were in charge of seasons. The orderly part made them keep a bit of a schedule. Not of  _ when _ of course, they were far too chaotic for that. But the basic idea was ‘spring, summer, autumn, winter’. ……. It didn’t always work like that. Mostly due to the slumber parties. Ren wouldn’t have time to finish painting leaves before Blake took the finished ones to fly on their pet winds to strew them everywhere. The leaves were usually the signal to start Winter. Mostly cause Nora couldn’t resist playing in them. That was of course, if Blake got started on time. The Autumn spirit was often distracted by the Summer spirits, talking far to long. And  **_FORGET_ ** any notion of Autumn being on ‘time’ if the Spring Spirits were visiting at the same time as they went to cool summer. Oscar was the ‘sort of’ Leader. Distracted and distractible due to warring natures. They were in charge of telling the seasons when to change…..they were also about as uncertain as they were capricious.

  
  
“ ** _AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH_** ” Wiess looked up at the overjoyed shriek that came from Nora. “I CAN’T BELIVE YOU’RE ALL HERE!!!!!!” Ice blue eyes glared at petal pink ones. Ren merely smirked around their tea.    
  
“Why didn’t you tell me they were here?” Weiss demanded, scrambling up. “I have to set out refreshments and make sure Yang doesn’t melt my house!!!” Ren dissolved into snickers as the winter spirit flew on flurries down to greet the guests, including….   
  
“OSCAR!!!” The spirit of balance giggled, even as Nora and Weiss almost ripped off their arms in their efforts to hug them first.    
  
“Hey Weiss” Jaune now knew better, preferring to stand far away and let the winter spirit come over for a hug. Ruby had no such lesson, running at Weiss with the full certainty of being caught. Sure enough, Weiss soon had both arms filled by a squirming brunette in a dress of vines, roses, and bluebells. Jaune’s own dress was giant tulips. Nora ran at the sprint spirit and, like Ruby, was effortlessly lifted.    
  
“Pyrrha was laughing at something Blake had said, successfully luring the Autumn spirit out of whatever crevice their pet winds had allowed them to hide in.    
  
“Hey Icey!” Yang waved over at Weiss, thankfully not burning down the house. “Oscar came and got us like a  _ minute _ ago.”    
  
“Three days” Pyrrha absently corrected before turning back to Blake and the story of where the winds went. Pyrrha was stuck in the normal area to keep Yang…..under control. That being said, Yang was  _ immensely  _ helpful when dealing with Blake’s winds losing control of the cold fronts.    
  
“We barely had time to get packed and like, it’s cold as shit here so you kill the food. I mean and preserve it, yeah. But we brought Summer’s bounty!” And Yang held up the bottomless picnic basket, grinning widely. An arm went in to pull out .”Pineapples, tomatoes, hot dogs and burgers, strawberries….all kinds of berries really, bananas.”   
  
“Any pumpkin?” Ren called from the top of the stairs. Yang glared.    
  
“ _ Is  _ there pumpkin?” Ren smirked, knowing fully well that pumpkin was in Autumn’s jurisdiction.    
  
“Yes….and Punkin spice. And Apple pie and Chai” Yang rolled lavender eyes. “Don’t brag if you have nothing to beat pumpkin spice.”    
  
“We have hot coco here!” Nora chimed up. “And snuggle piles and SNOWBALL FIGHTS! THINK FAST!”    



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